Attic Space
I found a broken heart
Left in an attic kept dark
Covered in dust and in pieces.
The owner must have never had peace.
They must have given snippets
To anyone who asked,
Must have trusted liars,
And scary men in masks.
Must have seen the skeletons
And then asked them to dance.
I scoff at their decisions
Only then to find,
The broken heart in your attic
Looks frighteningly like mine..
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